I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Liar

Hell is melting in your eyes, and I have never seen so many lies in one place. A small novel scrawled upon your face, medleys of “I’ll try,” and “You’ll be fine.” I look away, but your hands carve forgeries as well, the fictional stories at which you excel. I cannot cut the cord of blood that binds us, nor can I hide (for God finds us all). Until someday, I can only close my ears when you try to say, “Everything will be okay.”